"Comfortable grouchy old daddy chair."

Fredrik snorted at those exact words he used as Sigurd just raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Why did he volunteer for this crazy shit? If brat wanted to carve a pumpkin with Fredrik then Sigurd would be a chair and comply.

"What should we carve?"

The blond bassist frowned as he pulled some of his hair back out of the way so that things didn't get messy with the pumpkin.